The sound of throwing watermelons into water
And the drops jumping out of the pool one by one in complaint
Along with the murmur coming out of one of the rooms
All reminded me of the peace before storm
The watermelons were restless dancing in the water
The throne was making itself ready for the muttering chats
It was not just one space in our house
But all our being home there.
Architecture should be worn. Must be lived in. Architecture is not a reparative forms and not necessarily all windows are view-through. Not all dark colours are sad and bright colours reminds happiness. All the knowledge learned in rush can be re-learned. Perhaps something new can be found. Perhaps during all re-learning process, someone finds a way to wear the architecture or take a walk with her! Adobe is not first element creating architecture. It’s just a mean to search for that element.
Silver, Bronze, Enamel